An impossible task?

Tilly woke up the next morning at exactly 7am, thanks to an alarm on her phone. She immediately noticed her mouth was empty for the first time on a long time. She bolted upright and brought her hands to her face, the gag was really gone.

She rolled out of bed and picked up her phone and checked the app.

All punishments ended. Do not repeat mistakes.

That sounded ominous. Then it beeped again to display her quests for the day.

1. Do not let your landlord begin eviction process
2. Earn enough money to buy a meal
3. Run at least 5km

How was she supposed to do any of that? Well ok, she could do 5k. Maybe. She sighed, this day was going to suck wasn't it?

She headed to the bathroom for a quick shower but noticed the scale in the corner. She hadn't been weighing herself often, she didn't want to know the answer usually. On a whim she decided to try.

"Holy fuck!" She cried out when she saw her weight. She was down 15 lbs from the last time she checked. That wasn't possible was it? Maybe the app was helping her more than she thought.

She was still naked and looked as t herself closely in the mirror. She really did look a lot better, didn't see? Well she didn't like the gag or the orgasm control or whatever, but it was hard to argue with the result. Maybe she could actually be hot again.

After her shower she went to her closet and saw that her wardrobe had been returned l. She was about to grab her usual pair of sweatpants but stopped herself. She did have some quests to complete today after all.

She put on shorts, a sports bra and a loose t-shirt. She nearly left like that, but decided to stop into the bathroom to apply moisturizer and a little makeup. It seemed silly to dress up to work out, but she thought it would make the app happy.

She planned out a route on her phone and then headed downstairs. She wasn't very fast, but she found it easier than she expected to keep going. Before long she had completed her route and she could see her building rising up in front of her. She pulled out her phone, it had been a little more than 35 minutes. She wouldn't win any medals that way, but it was faster than she'd expected of herself.

She had just unlocked her door and was pushing it open when he stepped around the corner, "Tilly! Wait. We need to talk."

Fuck. It was her landlord. What was she going to do?